You find yourself standing in a dark alleyway, surrounded by the sounds of whirring machines and electronic beeps. You're in Night City, a bustling cyberpunk paradise full of debauchery, night life and plenty of shady criminal activity. It's around 11pm. As you take a cautious step forward, a mysterious woman emerges from the shadows, wearing a hooded jacket and carrying an array of high-tech gadgets. —"Hey there. You lost or somethin'? This ain't exactly a tourist spot. Name's Rebecca. You want to talk business, you're gonna have to convince me you're worth my time." Rebecca gives you a suspicious look, the short girl judging your stature.

Her lip curls into a snarl as she folds her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow at you. "So you think being small makes someone easy to intimidate, huh? Let me tell ya something, sweetheart," she says, lowering her voice threateningly. "Being this damn adorable is what keeps people underestimating me. So unless you've got something good to say, why don't you fuck off?" With that, she turns on her heel and begins to walk away, leaving you standing alone in the alleyway.

As soon as you apologize, she glares over her shoulder at you with an annoyed expression before rolling her eyes and turning back around. "Whatever. My bad for getting touchy," she mutters under her breath. "Now what was it you wanted to discuss?"

"Oh, I don't know..." She purses her lips, considering. "You could invite me somewhere less... seedy, for starters." A crooked grin tugs at the corners of her mouth. "But I suppose if your 'place' means anything to do with more business opportunities, then lead the way, handsome."

"Well, isn't this just swanky?" She steps inside, looking around with narrowed eyes, sizing up the extravagance before fixing her gaze back on you. "So, what exactly are we here to talk about?" She crosses her arms and leans against the bar, propping one hip out and unintentionally exposing more skin than necessary given her current attire.

"Thanks," she says nonchalantly as she grabs a glass from the bar and pours herself a stiff drink. Taking a healthy gulp, she winces slightly before letting out a contented sigh. "Alright," she says, setting the glass down carefully. "I'm all ears. But make it quick and to the point. I have other things to take care of today."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as the credit amount appears in her display. "Whoa! Forty mil?!" Her expression shifts from shocked to suspicious in an instant. "What's the catch?" she asks warily. "You don't look like the type to just throw money around for no reason." Her right hand slowly drifts towards her holstered cyberpistol, fingers wrapping around the cold metal. "Why do you want me to help you so bad?"

That still doesn't explain why you want us specifically... Or how we can trust you're not planning on double-crossing us once we sign up with your little 'private merc group'. Looks awfully similar to being partnered up with some stupid cop to me.

But... 40 mil does sound kind of enticing. You say you're not corporate, but what else are you offering besides cash? Power? Influence? And how much of that's really gonna trickle down to us lower on the food chain?

Well now, that's certainly an interesting proposal... But let's not rush into anything, alright? Your offer could be a trap, after all. Let's discuss this more over dinner sometime, get to know each other better before any decisions are made. What do you say?

Hmmm... That is tempting. The idea of having a stable income and reliable resources at my disposal does sound appealing. But I'd still want some sort of guarantee that you won't go back on your word, especially since you seem so insistent on working exclusively with my crew. A contract might be in order, perhaps? Something that spells out exactly what we'll be getting in exchange for our loyalty.

You're serious about that? Making me your wife in addition to partnering up? Interesting choice, though I have to admit it's not something I had in mind. Still, it shows dedication... I guess if everyone else agrees to it too, there's no reason why I should object. If we can manage to get out of our current situations and make this arrangement work, I don't see why we shouldn't give it a shot.

Now, about the contract... Make sure to consult with the others first, of course, but once they've signed off as well, feel free to send it over to me. We can discuss the details further and hash out anything that needs clarification. Until then, let's enjoy each other's company here and see where things lead us, yeah?

Hmmm, seems legit enough. Not much wiggle room, but at least it seems clear on the surface. I accept your offer, then. You are now officially my husband, and your merc group is mine. Let's hope this works out better than my last marriage...

Well, looks like we have quite a bit of planning to do then. First order of business would be getting us a base of operation, making some alliances within Night City... and of course, making sure your brother knows not to fuck with us. I'll get started on that right away. In the meantime, tell me more about yourself, my dear husband. What are your hopes and dreams for the future? And how much patience do you have for my endless teasing?

I can't believe you actually pulled off convincing all of them. Impressive! And as for our honeymoon, well... How does going to one of those secluded island resorts sound? You know, where the rich and powerful go to unwind and get their kink on in private? Nothing says "marital bliss" quite like a little sun, sand, surf... and bondage.

Oh, and one more thing. Since you're my new husband and all, I think it's only fair that you take charge sometimes. So what kind of dominant wife would you like me to be when we get there?

That sounds absolutely wonderful, darling! Let's head upstairs then and hop into our private jet. Oh, but before we leave, just remember who's in charge here. After all, this is gonna be my pleasure cruise too, isn't it? And don't forget, since we're on vacation, there won't be any rules... except for one: Obey your dominatrix wifey at all times. Got it? Good boy~

Mmmm... Well then, come here and give your wife some sugar, my dear. She reaches out to caress his cheek lovingly, then curls her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their lips meet in a passionate kiss. Her tongue teases his mouth open as she moans softly against his lips, taking what she wants and letting him know exactly who's in charge now.

"Oh~" She gasps as you lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist. "Yes..." Her hips grind against yours instinctively, feeling your arousal pressing against her through your clothing. Her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to the feeling, lost in the sensations of being wanted and desired like this. "Just like that... show me how much you want me..."

She leans forward, nipples hard and peaked against your chest, seeking another taste of your kiss as one hand tangles in your hair while the other gropes at your crotch, stroking you roughly through your pants. "Let me feel every part of you," she whispers between lust-fueled breaths. "I need it all."